Fleur's tongue was pressed inside of Harry's mouth. She was sitting next to him, her breasts squashed against his shoulder, kissing him fiercely. At the same time, naked in an almost fetal position, Narcissa lavished oral love onto Harry's cock.
She went halfway down him, dragged her head back up, and repeated the motion a handful of times. Pulling her lips off him, Narcissa stroked him with her hand, licking his tip at the same time. Her blue eyes never left Harry's green ones. Between her legs, small strands of clear liquid were dripping onto the bed. Simply kneeling before Harry was enough to turn her on. Perhaps the audience was awakening something inside her.
Daphne, Ginny, and Susan were watching with wildly different reactions. Daphne looked scandalized that they would do something like this so brazenly. Ginny was the calmest, her face giving away very little. Susan had taken physical steps backward.
"You guys, can't that wait?" she said. "Why are you…"
"It's not the appropriate time for this," Daphne said. "Don't you feel any embarrassment?"
Fleur temporarily ended her deep kiss with Harry.
"We watched him with you," Fleur said. "It is only fair to give a show in return."
Daphne turned scarlet. "You mean at my manor—!"
She looked at Susan, correctly judging who had the most honest face out of the possible offenders. Susan's mortified look was all Daphne needed for confirmation.
Harry watched the different phases of Daphne's reaction blend into one another. First, she looked embarrassed. After that was anger. Slowly, it turned to resignation. And, finally, she looked excited.
"I guess I've got nothing to lose," Daphne said.
She shed her robes almost as fast as Narcissa had. Unlike Narcissa, Daphne hadn't been insane enough to attend Wizengamot with nothing beneath, so it took her a few seconds longer to strip out of her underwear. Her breasts bounced slightly when she undid her bra— smaller than Fleur's, but still with a lovely shape and plumpness. Daphne crawled onto the bed until she was sitting against Harry's other shoulder.
"Lend him to me for a moment," she said.
Fleur, who had reignited her and Harry's kiss, took her tongue from his mouth and gave his chin a gentle shove. Harry looked the other way and kissed Daphne, who was pushing her breasts against his left side. One of his hands swept around her hip and reached her buttocks, squeezing it forcefully enough to make Daphne moan.
"G-Ginny," Susan said. "Let's go already."
Even as she pulled on Ginny's robes, the other redhead refused to move.
"Aren't you lucky," Ginny said.
Harry separated his mouth from Daphne's, who gasped for breath, a spit trail connecting their lips.
"Extremely lucky," Harry said.
"Seems like the terrifying Harry Potter has a type."
Narcissa was still between his legs. She'd abandoned elaborate technique in favor of gorging herself on Harry's length, impaling her throat and kissing his crotch. Fleur and Daphne sat on either side of Harry, their buxom bodies clutched close to him with his hands on their arses. Harry's eyes flickered around, noting how surrounded he was by blonds.
"My type is beautiful women," Harry said. "The resemblance between the ones I've been lucky enough to meet is just a coincidence."
"Mm. Alright. Good answer." Ginny undid her robes.
"Ginny!" Susan said.
"Don't look at me like that, Susan," Ginny said, her perky breasts offering a modest amount of cleavage around her gold bra. Ginny unhooked her robes from where they'd caught on her hips, showing off her fit legs and golden panties that matched her bra. "Every girl has needs. After how long it's been, I'll take anything. It doesn't hurt that he's not the worst to look at."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"Don't thank me yet. I haven't had the chance to do anything."
She pushed down her panties, bending over to do it, and threw aside her bra seconds later.
"Then… What am I supposed to do?" Susan said.
Narcissa dragged off of Harry, his cock sliding from the confines of her mouth with a wet slurp. She glared at Susan, her aristocratic aura unblemished by the smeared eyeliner cascading down her face.
"Join, leave, or for Merlin's sake just shut up," Narcissa said. "For once in your life decide something for your damned self."
Fleur stuck her leg out, putting a foot on Narcissa's cheek. Narcissa's glare reoriented as Fleur pushed her head to the side.
"Do not speak to her that way," Fleur said.
"This is why she can't do anything for herself," Narcissa sneered.
She pushed Fleur's foot aside and dove down on Harry's cock, gagging with reckless passion. Susan recoiled from Narcissa's words, taking a few backward steps before fleeing properly. The door opened and slammed behind her.
"You're such a bitch," Ginny said to Narcissa. "I wish you weren't useful."
Narcissa tossed her blond hair over her shoulder while Harry's dick was still in her throat. Ginny's fit, lithe body was nude now, but there wasn't much space for her to slip in. She found a different way to entertain herself: pushing Narcissa's head down.
Retching sounds came from Narcissa as Ginny planted two hands on her skull and forced her to do what she'd been doing before, just faster. Ginny pulled and pushed Narcissa's head along Harry's manhood. The way the aristocratic lady's slender neck bulged only made Ginny more excited.
"This is fun!" said the Weasley.
"Glackgh! Glackgh!" Narcissa gagged.
She reached back to free herself, but couldn't reach Ginny's hands. Narcissa's fingers eventually found something else instead. Latching onto Ginny's crotch, they fingered the girl's slit as efficiently as was possible at the awkward angle. Her nails scrubbed Ginny's insides, but Ginny only grinned.
"This is even more fun!" she said, her eye gleaming.
"Psycho," Daphne muttered.
The Greengrass heiress couldn't hide her hot and bothered expression, though. Instead of kissing, which could only be done one at a time, Fleur and Daphne both put their lips to Harry's neck. His breathing became deep and labored as they bit and sucked his skin almost the exact way Narcissa was worshiping his member.
"Glackgh! Glackgh! Glurp—"
Narcissa's left eye twitched. While shoved down so that her lips were on Harry's base, spunk exploded inside of her. It streamed out of the nostrils of the 'dignified' Lady Malfoy. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips. With her mouth stuffed and her nostrils leaking semen, Narcissa was temporarily suffocated. The fingers she'd jammed inside of Ginny scraped the redhead's pussy frantically.
Finally, Ginny let go. Narcissa ripped her head off of Harry, gasping for breath, her beautiful face ruined. She pulled her fingers out of Ginny as she did, and Harry saw they were covered in clear fluid.
"That was a damn good orgasm," Ginny said smugly. "I loved the desperation."
Narcissa tried to glare, but was too proud of how well she served Harry for her to get her heart into it. Daphne and Fleur had stopped biting Harry's neck, which was now coated with bruises.
"I'm going first!" Ginny said suddenly.
She pushed Narcissa out of the way and straddled Harry's crotch.
"Why does she get to go?" Daphne said, voice thick with distaste.
"Because I was the fastest," Ginny said. She looked at Harry, her remaining eye deadly serious for a moment. "This is all physical, you understand? Don't you dare try to kiss me. Fleur may be willing to forget everything, but I'm only here because you're useful, cock included."
"As you say," Harry said.
Nodding, Ginny dropped down.
"Umph!" she grunted. She stayed still with Harry inside of her, adjusting to his size. "That's… Bigger than I thought."
"You can't even handle it," Daphne said. "I don't know why we let you join."
"Shut up," Ginny said. "I bet you'd be doing so much better."
"Move and let me show you, then."
Ginny planted a hand in Daphne's face and pushed her away.
"My makeup!" Daphne snapped.
Ginny's hand slid off as the Weasley started to bounce. She put her forearms on Harry's shoulders, hands sticking past his back, taking a lot of deep breaths. She was tight inside. Of all the girls Harry had been with, Ginny was in the best physical shape. If you looked carefully at her stomach, you could see hints of a six-pack.
Narcissa was mostly spaced out, occasionally touching her face and relishing the semen that had ended up there. Fleur was watching happily; after the Greengrass Manor visit and now this, Harry suspected she had a kink for seeing her lover with other women. Only Daphne wasn't content to leave Harry and Ginny to their lovemaking.
She grabbed Ginny's breasts and pinched the nipples, twisting harder than was friendly. Daphne smirked as Ginny winced.
"Stop acting like a kid," Ginny snapped. "Aren't you supposed to be a pureblood elite?"
"I thought that didn't mean anything. Changing your mind now, Weasley?"
Daphne twisted harder, contorting Ginny's breasts into the beginnings of a spiral. Ginny cried out. The type to get even instead of taking things in silence, Ginny moved her hands from Harry's shoulders, grabbing Daphne's nipples in return. She pulled straight toward herself, distending Daphne's larger tits.
"Fuck!" Daphne cursed.
Their wrestling only got more intense until Daphne pitched backward. As she fell she pulled Ginny with her, making Ginny tumble off of Harry's member, interrupting their coitus.
"Look what you've done!" Ginny said, her smaller, fitter body sprawled on Daphne's larger, softer one.
"You started it," Daphne grumbled.
"Bullshit! It was definitely yo–uuuuuu~"
Ginny's words turned straight into a moan as Harry laid his hands on his pert rear and slid into her from behind, hardly missing a beat.
"Wait, I prefer being on top—" the redhead protested. Ginny tried to scramble up, only for Daphne to wrap her legs around the other girl's waist.
"Fuck her, Harry!" Daphne said.
Harry spared the pair a moderately bemused look. It wasn't long ago that Daphne had been protesting Ginny getting to go first, and now she was urging him to pound the Weasley? The feud the two of them shared was an unexpected development that could easily prove to be a headache down the line.
It was also inexplicably hot.
Harry's hands found a firm, unflinching grip on Ginny's arse. There was plenty to grab onto with those fit, well-shaped cheeks. Now that he was deciding the pace, he was free to do things as he usually did: reaching speeds an unenhanced body could merely dream of.
The smack of his crotch against Ginny was fiercely loud and violently fast. Daphne grinned, even as her thick thighs vibrated from each impact.
"You don't look so tough now," Daphne hissed.
"But somehow… you're still… underneath me," Ginny groaned.
The two of them glared at each other, Ginny's sharp nose resting on Daphne's button one. Their hands were still pawing at each other's bodies, jostling in increasingly sexy ways, right up until Ginny decided her 'no-kissing' rule only applied to Harry himself.
Fleur looked curious. Narcissa shook her head, having recollected her composure while awaiting her turn. It wasn't like any kiss Harry had ever seen. There was a lot of biting involved, particularly chewing on the other beauty's lower lip. Their tongues pushed each other around, vying for dominance. Harry didn't miss the fact that Ginny got wetter when the kiss began.
Daphne grabbed bunches of Ginny's flowing fiery hair. Ginny wedged her hands between their torsos in order to better grope Daphne. Their bodies rocked side to side, and probably would've rolled all around the bed if it wasn't for Harry holding them in place. He felt Ginny shutter on the inside, followed by a violent tremor to her internal folds. She had just climaxed.
Fleur's hands slipped around Harry's shoulders as she came up beside him, careful not to get in the way of his hips.
"Aren't zey beauteeful?" she asked.
It was only at times like this that her accent thickened, Harry thought warmly.
His thrusts increased in their force, answering Fleur's question for her. Ginny moaned as her concentration slipped because of him, letting Daphne's tongue take control and bully hers again.
Harry turned his head to the side, kissing Fleur while he fucked Ginny. His lover's proximity turned him on as much as the beautiful women bent over before him. Dealing with both together, he didn't last very long.
When Harry pulled out of Ginny, there was one thing left to do before he came.
Using the grip he had on them, he flipped the girls onto their sides. When he came, his semen sprayed across both of them in equal measure— a splotch on Ginny's boob, a glob on Daphne's hip, a dollop on each of their cheeks.
"The two of you have to learn to cooperate," Harry said. "To start that, learn how to share."
"With her?" Daphne said, wrinkling her button nose.
"Sharing isn't in her blood," Ginny said. "How are old families supposed to feel better than than the rest of us if they can't hoard everything worth a damn in their vaults?"
"You just wish the Weasleys ever had anything worth hoarding," Daphne said.
Ginny was livid. "Keep my family's name out of your mouth!"
Harry grabbed each of them by the hips. Although his left hand still ached slightly, Narcissa had worked wonders to the point that he could use it almost naturally. Which he showed by prying the girls apart and pushing them onto their backs.
He bent down, on top of Daphne this time, and powered his member past her quim into her depths.
"Harry!" Daphne shrieked.
If his point hadn't sunk in yet…
He'd just have to get them into condition to listen.
O-O-O
Susan almost tripped running downstairs, which was one of the few ways she could've been more embarrassed than she was already.
They were the crazy ones, not her, right? Stripping and sleeping together right in front of other people. And then Daphne joined in, then even Ginny…
Yet Susan knew, despite all her protests in her head, that part of her wanted to do the exact same as Ginny. How easy it would've been to just go with the crowd.
But this was Harry Potter! It was scary that she had to remind herself. She had to hate him. How could she ever think that… with him… It wasn't right!
Susan grunted as she turned a corner, still fleeing, and ran headlong into someone else. The other person steadied her with their hands. Just a second later, the polite touch transformed into a full-blown hug.
Susan recognized the scent first. The aromatic shampoo smell made her nostalgic for days in the Hufflepuff girls dormitory. Seconds after recognizing the scent, Susan processed the blond head of hair in front of her and understood who had enveloped her in a sisterly hug.
"You have no idea how worried I was," murmured Hannah Longbottom-Abbott. "But you're alright! You're really alright!"
Susan returned the hug. For the first time since her aunt died, Susan didn't shy away from another person's touch.
"I'm glad you're okay too," Susan said.
Hannah pulled back, giving Susan a frustrated look. "I appreciate it, but I'm the one who's been living with a loving husband. I missed you after your aunt pulled you out of school, and when I heard you'd been taken away by the Harry Potter… I didn't know what to make of it. I just didn't know."
"They wouldn't kill the last of the Bones family," Susan said. She did a surprisingly good job sounding confident for someone Alecto Carrow nearly murdered a handful of hours ago.
"There's other horrors out there than dying," Hannah said.
Reuniting with her best friend from school had made Susan feel like she traveled back in time, but hearing those words and seeing the look that crossed the face of a girl who'd once been almost painfully optimistic, ripped away the illusion.
"Harry's not like that," Susan said quietly.
"You almost sound upset about that," Hannah said. "Like you wish he would abuse you."
"Of course not. I know my life could be much worse." Susan lowered her voice, primarily addressing herself (although in a way Hannah could still overhear). "But it would be so much simpler if he was like that."
Hannah stepped back, sliding her hands down from Susan's shoulders to clasp her friend's hands.
"Neville's in the other room," Hannah said gently— tentatively? "If it's not too much, and it's totally fine if you're not comfortable with it, but could you… Could you tell us what happened? We've heard whispers about it. Rumors, pretty much. And they call it—"
"The Bones Manor Massacre," Susan said, a lack of inflection giving nothing away.
"If you're not up for it—!"
"It's fine," Susan said. She even managed a smile. "I'm sure you're curious, and it doesn't bother me the way it used to. Besides, you shouldn't get your hopes up. I was shut in my room that night, so I only know a little bit more than you."
Hannah nodded, avoiding speaking as if that might give Susan cold feet. She pulled her along to the sitting room where Neville was already on one of the couches, transfiguring simple toys out of books and napkins to calm the Muggle children from Godric's Hollow, who were still sheltering with Dobby in another part of the mansion.
"Susan." Neville's smile held nothing but warmth. "I couldn't find a time to say it earlier, but I'm so thankful you're doing well."
"You too, Neville," Susan said. Although they'd never been close friends, the two always held a mutual respect for each other. These days, there weren't many people left Susan could say that about.
She sat down in the chair Harry typically used, facing Neville and Hannah, who joined her husband on the couch. Susan caught the look that the couple shared. The curiosity Hannah had expressed was obviously a shared feeling.
"Obviously, my aunt pulled me out of school just before our seventh year," Susan began. She was surprised by how easy it was to talk; she thought the words would be harder to find, telling this story after so long. "The war wasn't going well, and even worse, she suspected that the Ministry had been infiltrated. She told me not to trust anyone, not even the minister himself, so I think it was the Imperius she was scared of. I wasn't allowed to go outside, and she increased the wards around our manor with most of the money in our vault. Eventually, the ministry really did fall."
"The Death Eaters did it the same day they attacked Hogwarts," Neville said. "One right after the other. No one expected it, not even Dumbledore." He paused, deep in a memory for a moment. "That was the first time I ever saw the headmaster shocked."
Susan waited until he gestured for her to go on.
"Aunt Amelia was too well prepared to be captured then," Susan said. "She'd been recruiting the most reliable Aurors. When it was clear the Ministry was a lost cause, she took everyone she could trust back to the manor. The plan was to regroup there— I helped the Aurors clean wounds from fighting in the Atrium. They still had hope. There were ten of them, plus my aunt. More than enough to escape the country if we moved quickly."
"They didn't plan to hold out, defending the manor?" Neville asked.
"We'd do that if we had to," Susan said. "The important part was getting away. A group like that couldn't topple Voldemort, but if we could secure a route out of the country we hoped we could find foreign help."
Hannah's eyes were full of pity, but her brow was wrinkled in thought. "You said this was the same day that Hogwarts and the ministry fell. Doesn't that mean it happened that very night?"
Susan rocked softly in her recliner. She drummed her fingers on her knees at irregular intervals.
"The wards activated. They thought we were under attack," Susan said. "One of the Aurors took me to my room. They locked the door and told me to stay quiet, and not to come out no matter what. The wards would hold. They were powerful." She smiled bitterly. "I think they were powerful, but a little gap was opened, just big enough for one person."
"That easily?" Neville asked.
"It was by design. Overconfident enemies getting in one at a time would make it easier to pick off overwhelming groups. Nobody counted on the single person being him."
"Harry," Neville said.
"When I came out of my room—" a tremble entered Susan's voice, but she was mostly surprised her composure lasted as long as it had. "Everyone was dead. I remember there being a fire. And when I got to the dining room, Harry was standing over my aunt. His eyes were so dead, and when he looked at me—! He was evil to the core. He had to be!"
As Susan raised her voice, she idly wondered who she was convincing. These were things she'd been certain of for so long. But…
The way Harry looked at Fleur. The apology he offered at not being able to protect them in the wake of Pettigrew's assault. There was so much Susan still couldn't understand about him, like why he kept that one room spotless, or his intentions behind letting her live.
He even saved her when no one else could. She could hear it in her ears still— the crunch of Alecto Carrow's skull. Gruesome, but a noise that brought her nothing but relief at the time.
"I don't understand anymore," Susan said in a shaky voice. "It's like there are two versions of him, and one is evil while the other is just… confusing? Reliable? Sad? I'm rambling because I just don't get it, and I— I feel lost."
Neville and Hannah had a silent conversation between the two of them, deciding who should speak. Susan almost giggled. She could practically hear them: Neville saying that Hannah was Susan's best friend, while Hannah insisted Neville was better at this kind of thing.
In the end, Neville was the one to take a swing at it.
"I don't know him all that well," Neville said tentatively, "so I can't tell you how you should feel about him. Nobody can, frankly. But… I have complete faith that you'll figure it out."
Susan swallowed. "How can you say that so confidently?"
"Because I know you well enough to see that," Neville said. "Hannah knows you even better, but she gets embarrassed when she has to talk about things like this—"
"Okay!" Hannah said, cutting her husband off with noticeable abruptness and a too-bright smile. "Let's gather these toys Neville made and deliver them to the kids, what do you say? Dobby must have his hands full."
They all helped carry the little action figures and dolls Neville had created with his magic, finding the house elf and Muggle refugees congregated in one of the larger upstairs bedrooms. Susan allowed herself to immerse in the moment, putting her worries about Harry out of her head for the rest of the day.
There'd be plenty of time to think about Harry later. Neville was right: no one could find the answer for her. And she was starting to realize that in order to get there, she needed the full story. She had to make him tell her.
What all happened in the manor that night? Why had he taken care of her since then, treating her like a guest of honor?
And above all else…
What on earth had happened for his eyes to look like that?